Beauty of Broken Bones
As in the previous blog, Safar-A Journey of Life, I apprehended that my left knee was not keeping well. I did MRI and found a chronic ACL tear and a grade II meniscus. It needed surgery and, shockingly, a prescription of six weeks' rest. I am discharged from the hospital, and now I have started the rehabilitation process. It was a leg twist that turned into suffering. Movement is crucial for growth, and I am seized in freedom. I am quite aware of this circumstance. I have been injured in my life. The story ebbs and flows. It contains both pain and humour, setback and resurgence. The sunset in my village carries a promise of life, making everything picturesque, as Milton says beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. My eyes were never tired of creating sense and scene out of everything in my village, and here the heart beats loudest in the world’s quietest places. Time grows playing with mud and mustard. Snow falls in the gentle quietness of winter nights, and roofs never felt th...